Out My Business

Pipe that shit up, TNT

Fuck on my bae, pack my suitcase, I'm finna hit the road

Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh

Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

Uh, yeah

Fuck on my bae, pack my suitcase, I'm finna hit the road

Jump off the plane straight to the stage, I go collect my dough

Back to that bottom, stackin' guala with my main ****

Bought my house on top of the hill, but my heart in them trenches

Bitches be thirty, forty years old, still in my business

They quick to talk about the shit that they'd be doing different

Three years ago, I was a joke, they ain't wan' take me serious

Now they be mad 'cause they see we went from rags to riches

Can't leave the house without my glizzy, **** out to get me

Before I get caught up without it, I get caught up with it

My ho the sickest, so I turned her to my baby mama

Want her position, so they quick to confront her with drama

**** do all that talking and typing like it's a problem

Since it's a problem, I'll call up Jigga, we bought up choppers

Lil Chris a shotta, he'll do a hit in Balenciagas

Yeah, that's the one, boy, he gon' get it done, boy

Now let's take a trip, we all in DC at the MGM

Buyin' Gucci and MCM, steak, potatoes, and scampi shrimp

Top floor, ain't a hater near, surrounded by my dawgs

Like they don't want us to ball, y'all, they want to see us fall

They don't like it, but they gon' respect it

Get up off your ass, get a check

'Member when them bitches used to laugh at me

Time pass by, now they mad at me

They don't have a story, they'll make one

I just stay up in my lane, chasin' paper

They say them **** young, wild, and ignorant

I don't know you, you don't know me, stay out my business, bitch

Yeah, yeah

Stay out my business, bitch

Yeah, yeah

Stay out my business, bitch

Yeah, quit all that hatin' shit

Quit all that fakin' shit

Yeah, yeah, ah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hold on, uh

They don't like it but they gon' respect it

Get up off your ass, get a check, uh

'Member when them bitches used to laugh at me

Time pass by, now they mad at me

They don't have a story, they'll make one

I just stay up in my lane, chasin' paper, uh

They say them **** young, wild, and ignorant

I don't know you, you don't know me, stay out my business, bitch

Yeah, yeah

Stay out my business, bitch

Yeah, yeah

Stay out my business, bitch, uh

Quit with all that hatin' shit

Quit all that fakin' shit (Bitch ass)

Stay out my business, bitch

What up? Hah, what up?

Nah, for real, what up?